A stinky cultivator has arrived in the magic world.

That year, a student with a talent for cultivation arrived at the magic academy. [Congratulations, you have successfully joined the Demonic Cult!] At the recruitment site, Lorne stared at the words "Magic Academy" in front of him, utterly shocked. What the hell?! [You listened to the elders' sermons, and amidst the celestial eloquence and the earth-shaking golden lotuses, you learned alchemy.] In potion class, Lorne, being showered with saliva, looked at the cauldron before him and pondered. Potions are alchemy, so can a cauldron be used as a furnace? [You participated in the Inner Disciple Grand Competition and learned sword control in actual combat.] At the academy's sports meet, when Lorne soared into the air on a broomstick, even bigger question marks appeared above the mages' heads. Wait, who taught you to use a flying broomstick like that?! ...My name is Viola, daughter of an Imperial Duke, a magical genius. I think my deskmate seems to be a little sick. He always stuck yellow talismans on his desk and liked to tinker with strange things like small swords, banners, and little towers. In Potions class, he'd set up his cauldron and throw all the potions in, making round, sweet candies that made him feel hot all over… Even stranger, once while he was making potions, he looked at me and said something about humans being the most intelligent of all beings. For some reason, I felt like he was thinking something inappropriate. Hmm, what's he doing now? Let me see—"Stop! Don't use my wand to eat hot pot!"